Hello to the very small group of people that actually read my blog! First off, thanks for sticking around even though I haven't been posting lately. I've been a lazy buns and haven't done ANY work on my writing lately and for that I apologize. Life has been extremely hectic and non-conducive to the creative process :/ So, instead I'd like to offer you some more true tales of the various paranormal things that have happened to me. Tonight's tale of terror is... well, I can't think of a clever name but it's a story of a possessed light switch. Sounds lame, but it gets better, I promise. Read on.
This happened way back in the winter of 2006. I was working nights at Hitachi, slaving away over a hot soldering iron. I hand-soldered chips to PCBs for 8 hours a night and it was a hell of a lot of fun. I loved my job and the hours, and the facility had a great cafeteria as well. It could get a bit pricey though, and as much as I liked my job, the pay wasn't exactly stellar so I would often go home for lunch.
Lunch was at 3am every night. Side note- funny how most of my frightening encounters happen around 3, huh? It IS the witching hour, so I guess it's to be expected. Anyway, so I head home for lunch one night and put some water on to boil for my crappy meal of 15-cent ramen. I didn't have cable or even a standard antenna back then, so my entertainment consisted of DVDs and old VHS tapes.
When the ramen was done, I headed back to my bedroom with my bowl to resume watching the DVD I had been watching earlier before work- The Exorcism of Emily Rose. I was about 2/3 of the way through the movie and it was just getting to the really scary part in the barn where they're trying to perform the exorcism. I'm sitting on my bed, eating, just engrossed in the movie and it gets to the part where she's reciting all the different names for the demon inside of her. Just after she declares that she's the devil in the flesh, my bedside lamp turned itself on.
Now, this wasn't the kind of lamp where an electrical short or a breeze could cause it to turn on or off by itself. It was one of these, a cheap desk lamp with a stiff switch on the back that took a good hard twist to turn on. I actually heard the switch click too, it was a loud, substantial click.
Something that I could not see purposely turned that lamp on as I sat next to it. Something wanted me to know that it was there. I didn't touch the switch, I lived alone, and both my dogs were outside at the time(not that a dog even has the paw dexterity to operate a twisty switch, but still). I wasn't even finished with my ramen but I slammed the bowl down and immediately got the hell out of there.
That house was extremely haunted and I have other stories from the 4 years I lived there, but this is the one that really stuck with me cause there's just no way that that lamp could have just turned itself on with no outside help. I have tons of pictures of orbs taken in that house, a video as well, and every picture of me taken in that house shows at least one orb floating next to me on my right side. I have to do some digging, but I'll find those pictures & post them here.
I may have been the sole occupant of that house, but I wasn't alone there. The house had sat empty for years before I moved in, and I found some old personal items in the garage that suggested the previous occupant may have been very old and/or sick, and may have possibly even died there. I never felt threatened or like whatever was there wanted me to leave, in fact I always felt like it was just lonely and wanted to get my attention. I used to try to talk to it sometimes too, so maybe switching on my lamp was its way of trying to communicate with me.
More stories to come, but I hope you enjoyed this one, brief as it was.
Thanks for reading :)
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